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And I deserved so much worse.

Chapter Fifteen

Claire

Jen burst in on us again, and I resisted the urge to punch her in the face.

“Oh, you two already done?” she asked, arching a suggestive eyebrow at us.

“We can talk at my place,” Alexander said to me, and I wondered what was left to say before realizing he was offering me a way out, a chance to get away from her for a little while. And given the increasingly violent direction my thoughts were taking… maybe it was a good idea.

“Sure.” Why did I agree?

And why did the room feel small, hot, like his gaze was crowding out everything else?

Together, we made our way to his car, and I noticed his security team following. I’d had a feeling they were still watching me, but they were good at blending in. Maybe that was the point.

Back at his place, I stepped through the front door. Every time I told myself it would be the last time I’d see the place, it wasn’t.

It was stupid of me to agree to come back here, to be alone with him again. “Thank you,” I said. “It’s getting harder not to slap her silly.”

“I was only around her for a few minutes and I wanted to slap her.” A slight grin on his lips softened something inside me. I didn’t dare let the feeling spread.

My heart said what my mind couldn’t admit: I was happy he’d taken me away from Jen, though I knew I shouldn’t be. Then, he was unreadable and closed-off once again, yet the intensity behind his eyes burned right through me. My chest felt tight, my heart ready to gallop away. How could someone so cold make me feel this way?

“Why did you agree to this?” He’d spoken, but his eyes stayed fixed on me, daring me to find an answer.

Because you looked at me like I was the last person on earth, I wanted to say. But those words choked in my throat, too foolish and too true to voice. I didn’t know how to tell him that his attention made me feel alive in a way I never let myself want.

“To escape Jen, I guess,” I said, avoiding the hunger in his eyes. “Why did you ask?”

He didn’t reply. But his silence wasn’t a rejection. It was a challenge, sharp and intoxicating. My body tingled, my mind rushing in circles as I tried to understand the warmth spreading through my chest.

Oh, my gosh, he hadn’t just invited me here to get away from Jen. And he didn’t believe that’s why I’d come.

And why did his total rejection of Jen make me feel like I’d won something I shouldn’t even want and had no claim to?

“Alone once more,” Alexander said, his voice a low rumble that made my pulse quicken as he settled on the arm of the couch. I couldn’t tell if he was relieved or resigned.

“Yeah.” My voice came out breathy, too eager. I fought to control it as I chose a different seat, far away from him. “Here we are.”

“Here we are,” he echoed, his expression unreadable.

I wanted to ask if he brought me here to fill the silence, to distract himself, to make another woman jealous – because, let’s be real, he’s Alexander Reed. He surely had a list of ladies lined up and waiting their turn. My instincts screamed that there was no pretense, this was a chance for me to unwind so I didn’t catch a charge for assaulting my sister. But my heart betrayed me, wanting it to be more. Wanting it to be about us.

He closed the distance between us, and the heat of his body sent my logic skittering away.

“Why are you pretending to care?” My voice trembled on the edge of defiance. “You’re going to give me whiplash.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed me. Harder than before, more urgent, as if words had no place here. Stunned, I almost froze. Except my lips moved with his, my head tilting to let him in deeper. My resolve melted, dissolved by the rush of his touch. He tasted like home.

I was breathless when he pulled back, his eyes scanning my face as though he were searching for the truth beneath.

“This isn’t real,” I said, trying to believe it.

But he kissed me again, and I didn’t have the will to resist. He was pulling me under, into a world where desire overruled every logical defense. I found my hands on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, wanting to feel him without barriers. Hismuscles tensed beneath my touch, and the sharp exhale from his lips told me he felt it too. I was losing myself and finding myself in the way he moved against me.

My feet backed up of their own accord, guiding us through the penthouse. A soft thud as I hit the edge of the bed. Before I could gather my thoughts, Alexander lifted me, laid me down, his weight warm and relentless above me.

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